Third man down

I missed my race today.  Boo.  My leukocytes bravely fought the onslaught of flu germs coming at them from all sides, but by Thursday they had had enough.  I got sick.

At first I thought I'd still give the race a try - I even laid out my running gear and charged my Garmin last night.  But it just wasn't meant to be.  This morning I woke up feeling like the bottom of my (running) shoe and I realised it just wasn't going to happen.  Big.  Fat.  Boo.

At least a little someone else is starting to feel better - so much so that we even gave solid foods a try for the very first time last night!  We only swallowed about a spoonful, but boy, were we chuffed.  Loving this brand new adventure!   

"What is this stuff?!"